Adventure Baby

We are grooming Zoe for adventure and trying to instill a love of the outdoors. Secretly, we both worry that this may backfire and really we are grooming her for a life of bookreading and table tennis. The cabin at Alta has been our launching point for our weekends of late. After some much needed cleaning and reorganizing (primarily done by the parents as both Max and I lack the willpower and drive to actually scrub down the plywood floor and sweep up the mouse droppings), the cabin is getting quite homey.

We are still trying to find the magic recipe to make it homey enough for Zoe to actually sleep, however. The train noise at night seems to frighten her and the temperature swings from above 80 during the day to below 50 at night do not help. In the end I bring her into bed with me and snuggle up to her. Sweet and nice in theory except for the fact that Zoe snorts, wiggles, flails, and occasionally poops in her sleep.

Our most recent excursion was a trip up to Alta for the Fourth of July. Dutch Flat holds an annual parade and we decided to bring the imp.


While excited by the constant stream of people and various automotive contraptions, Zoe was less than impressed with the noise associated with any Fourth of July parade. The bagpipes in particular elicited squeaks and whines of unhappiness and disapproval. Zoe and I took a little walk until the bagpipe player (mercifully there was only one) had moved on.